On Good Friday I'm in Perpignan, close to the Spanish border. The annual Procession de la Sanch takes place and thousands of spectators line the streets.

The origin of the Procession lies in Medieval times when those sentenced to death are taken out of the city to ascend the scaffold. To avoid prisoners to be lynched by the crowd they and also the judges and the deathsmen were hidden under black robes. Only the leader of the procession wears red.

The whole scenery appears to be a real funeral and it's, surprisingly to me in such a crowd of people, a moment to realise that we all will go the same way in the end. I couldn't get rid of the impression, that many others thought the same.

Well, religion, church, dying are difficult subjects and no wonder that nearby a lot of churches theres a pub. Same here. After the Procession people have a cigarette or gather in pubs and bars to celebrate life.